I Was Emotionally Abused In SchoolMy story is a little different. Most of the stories about emotional or mental abuse come from individuals who were abused by family members. At school I was a victim of emotional abuse from one teacher and by my peers.
When I was in 3rd grade, I had the teacher for hell. For some unknown reason, this teacher took a strong dislike for me and her actions encouraged my peers to also dislike me. The emtoional abuse wasn't all the time but sometimes it was very subtle. I was ashamed of myself and wished I could go into a hole and never come out. I didn't tell anyone about how I felt.
Many people in the school thought I had serious emotional problems because I threw up in the morning before I went to school. I also had a hard time eating lunch. My mom didn't tell the school or the teacher about this because it only happened when I went to school. It never happened on the weekends, during holidays or during the summer.. The teacher did find out about it (difficult to hide when you throw up in school on occasion) and told my mother that I needed to see a psychiatrist or a doctor. My mother refused and the matter was dropped. The teacher knew better because the tables would be turned on her legally (things that had happened to me had been documented by at least one other teacher who had stood up for me) and she didn't want this coming out which they would have been. For the first time in 3rd grade someone in school finally stood up for me.
People like this teacher shouldn't be in the classroom. They don't belong in the classroom. I would have to wonder how many others this teacher harmed emotionally or mentally (thankfully she wasn't one to use a paddle) as I doubt that I was the only one over the course of her career that she harmed. I know today if this had been done to a student, a lawsuit against her and the school would have been filed by the parents.
It's only in recent years that teachers inflicting emotional abuse on their students had been talked about or discussed.
I remember one day after school feeling awful about myself and taking a bobby pin and poking myself with it. I was only 8 years old.I did this for several days and didn't really understand why I was doing this. I also took a small knife and cut myself with it. I didn't feel anything.
My grandmother saw me doing this shortly thereafter and asked me why I was doing this. I told her I felt awful about myself. Then I started sobbing. She took me in her arms, hugged me and told me everything would be okay. I never did this again. It wasn't until years later that I realized why I did this.